The Ex and Her Riches

Of course, the protagonist was merely Whitney. Even if these people were audacious, they wouldn’t dare to plot against Charles, unless they no longer wished to keep their job.

Moreover, Charles never stood up for Whitney, nor did he ever intervene in these matters these days, which further fueled the spread of the rumors.

That noon, a few people gathered in the restroom, and started a discussion about this matter.

“I wonder how Whitney has the nerve to stick around Mr. Newton. If it were me, I would have handed in my resignation long ago.”

“Well, I think she just wants to become Mrs. Newton, so she won’t let go that easily. Hence, being the CEO’s assistant is the first step to getting close to the CEO. Do you think she’s foolish?”

“She should really take a good look at herself and see if she’s even destined for such greatness. And who does she think she has her eyes on? She’s seriously deluded if she thinks she’s a phoenix.”

“Hehe, well, this is great. It is just as expected that she got kicked by Mr. Newton.”

“If it were me, I would dutifully go to work, earn a living, and marry a man who matches my social status. The key is to know one’s place.”

They were all chattering away by the sink, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was right behind them in the stall.

As Whitney listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

She felt a slight urge to go out and pick a fight with those gossipmongers,

But reason told her, she shouldn’t.

Charles held a high reputation within the company. If she were to leave now, it might look bad.

Once the noise outside the door had subsided, Whitney finally opened the partition door, ready to leave. However, when she tried to open the bathroom door, she found it had been locked from the outside.

No matter how she turned the handle, it just wouldn’t open.

Did those people from earlier do it on purpose?

Whitney pressed her face against the door frame and called out, “Is anyone there? I’m locked. in here. Could you please help me open the door?”

Once the door was locked from the outside, there was no way to open it from the inside.

Whitney pounded on the door with all her might, but the outside remained eerily silent, with no signs of anyone coming or going.

She glanced at the time and saw that it was the lunch break. Most of the employees should bet taking their afternoon nap, so there were very few people coming to the restroom.

On top of that, Whitney had already had enough of these people’s gossip. This time, she deliberately chose a more secluded restroom, but she didn’t expect to encounter such a situation…

out her phone, hoping to call for help, only to find there was no

tried knocking on the door again, calling out for help. Still, there

her head to think of a way when, with a sudden splash, a bucket of

wet, and stuck to her

was shivering to her core now that she was drenched

slightly reddened. Then, she

there was a signal.

she flipped through the address book, she realized that she didn’t have a single friend in the

a leave that day as

who could offer her help

like this, Whitney never even considered calling

finally

Isaac’s

“What’s wrong?”

wing of the twenty-first floor.

bring someone over

phone, Whitney leaned against the bathroom

exhaust fan made her feel cold, so she could only hug herself, trying

water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had

locksmith to pry open the door..

Whitney thought she was losing her mind and seeing things. She staggered out of the

intending to drape it over her, but Whitney refused.

was the center of attention in the company. Any man who crossed paths with her might find himself caught in a

to be affected by

you very

trembling slightly as she walked towards the elevator.

was in a blind spot for surveillance, and with the constant flux of people

at the company, Isaac furrowed

to get to the bottom of this

on in the elevator, causing Whitney to tightly wrap her arms. around herself, sneezing several times

office area. Whitney’s gaze just happened to meet with Charles, who

She walked past Charles and returned

no energy to focus on her work. She was making mistakes more often than not while organizing her materials.

lessen at all. She was truly exhausted, both mentally and physically.

it’s nothing compared

as if her body was about to reach its limit, as if she could hardly